between two tall skeletons of birches
i walk right into the heart of mid-autumn
with the city gate as my starting point
but without any predetermined destination
along a less frequently trodden trail
i keep traveling behind my own soul
each time I climb onto a little ridge
i see another higher up just ahead
it is not a question of uphill or downhill
nor a choice between two different roads
once standing on the peak to look back
i find all mountains so surprisingly small
End of the poem
15 random poems
- On The Author Of Letters On Literature by William Cowper
- A Child’s Evening Prayer by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Владимир Высоцкий – То бишь о чём
- Николай Некрасов – Вчера, сегодня
- Анатолий Жигулин – Горят сырые листья
- Corn Grinders by Sarojini Naidu
- The Middle of the World by Samuel Hazo
- Олег Бундур – Дедушка
- Владимир Британишский – Ладожский канал
- Анатолий Жигулин – Лесные дороги
- Once Was A Singer For God Remembering Nekia
- Between The Wars by Robert Hass
- Free Poetry Competitions – Prepare to Win The Next Poetry Competition That You Enter!
- Their Frailty by Siegfried Sassoon
- Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
